06/06/2026
Because I believe in the power of storiesāespecially in times like theseālet me tell you more about why I made this love is love print:
When I was a little girl, I used to love going around telling everyone, āI have three moms and one dad!ā I loved seeing the slightly puzzled look on peopleās faces as they tried to math the math of my life. It made me feel seen, at least a little bit more, because ever since forever Iāve always known that my life had a different shape than the average person. With divorced parents, le***an moms, a brother in a wheelchair, my own backwards knee and chubby body, and later on an in*******al family, otherness has always been as integrated into life as the air we breathe.
I was lucky enough to be raised as part of a church community that celebrated diversity, so in many ways I was shielded from a lot of the discrimination people experience, though I was certainly not immune to internalizing shame. Although I was teased a lot more about my weight, I was also teased for my le***an moms or called gay myself, and on more than one occasion a friend from school would come to my momsā house to play once and then never talk to me again once their parents met my moms.
There is nothing hard or damaging about having gay parents. Not one thing. The only damage done was by other people who decided thereās something wrong with queerness and who wanted to tease me or disconnect from me or treat our family as less than. Love is beautiful. Differences are beautiful. Itās only the ignorance and fear and hate that cause harm.
When I think of pride, I think of that sweet fiery chubby dark-haired little girl I was, bragging to everyone about her many moms, even when it risked weird glances, even when kids teased me, even when it cost me friendships. Nothing is more valuable than allowing yourself to be seen, allowing yourself to exist.
And even as I say this, Iām aware that my story is just the tip of the iceberg, or maybe a small piece of ice floating next to the iceberg. People have fought monsters I can scarcely imagine just to win the right to stand there as themselves. And they shouldnāt have to. No one should. We are all worthy š